Rachel Fogle

Rookie (July 26,1977 / Baltimore, MD)

Rachel Fogle Poems

1. When Love Is Done 11/16/2005
2. The Heart Never Forgets 11/16/2005
3. To Many Tears.... 11/16/2005
4. Even Now..... 11/16/2005
5. Anger, Hurt & Betrayl 11/16/2005
6. Heartache's Child 11/16/2005
7. Through The Eyes......You Reach Ones Soul 11/16/2005
8. I See What Happens..... 11/16/2004
9. Words 11/17/2004
10. The Contour Of My Heart 11/17/2004
11. Beauty....Forever Fair 11/16/2005
12. Sweet Sounds 11/16/2005
13. An Innocent Child 11/16/2004
14. The Heart Of A Lover 11/16/2005
15. Just Discovered Heart 11/16/2005
16. I Never Knew 11/16/2005
17. Loving Devotion 11/16/2005
18. Loves True Journey 11/16/2005
19. Childish Dreams 11/16/2005
20. Whisper Of My Soul 11/16/2005
21. Emptiness 11/16/2005
22. What Went Wrong 11/16/2005
23. Inside Out 11/16/2005
24. Missing Him 11/16/2005
25. One Night Stand 11/16/2005
26. Today, Tomorrow & Beyond 11/16/2005
27. Children In The Crossfire 11/16/2005
28. Dreams 11/16/2005
29. Gentle Kiss 11/16/2005
30. Loving You 11/16/2005
31. Now 11/16/2005
32. Lifes Reflections 11/16/2005
33. Will Of Myself 11/16/2005
34. Looking Glass 11/16/2005
35. Are You The One? ? ? 11/16/2005
36. The Smile Of Loving 11/16/2005
37. Complicated Love 11/16/2005
38. Something Special Lies Inside 11/16/2005
39. It Is All That There Is..... 11/16/2005
40. Our Love..... 11/16/2005
Best Poem of Rachel Fogle

A Life Without Love

A Sunset without a sun is no sunset at all.
A life without love is no life at all.
A rainbow without colors is no rainbow at all.
And heart without feelings is no human at all.

All these things need something to be,
Either a sun or a person or a crayon,
If only to create what nature said was meant to be.

A sunset makes us feel as though the world has been born again.
A life with love lets us know it's worth to let someone in.
A rainbow with colors thats a moment frozen in time, to be grateful for all that is beautiful and feel all the glory inside. ...

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Words

Beauty unrestrained, captured in time,
They come from the depths of one's soul that is kepted only by a fine line.

Swaying with my pen, they drift so easily,
Words that create beauty and moments by the sea.

Proudly they bring boldness to a poem that once was raw with stain,
Change one word and in that line it will never be the same.

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